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𝓦𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄-𝓟𝐀𝐆𝐄 ! | 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝓛𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! | 𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝓛𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! 𝓛𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 !
𝓨𝐎𝐔 𝓦𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝓢𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝓘𝐍 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝓞𝐅 𝓓𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝓛𝐈𝐅𝐄—𝓝𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓛𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝓘𝐍 𝓘𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒, 𝓠𝓤𝓘𝓔𝓣 𝓑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝓛𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, the girl whose voice onstage filled the room but whose answers offstage came out the softest .. cameras loved your silhouette, choreo loved your timing, but people who met you after the lights went down often said the same thing; you were different in person .. shy, careful, real .
youd learned to move through the endless loops of rehearsals and shows like that—head down, tasks done, smile placed in the right seconds . you bone-straight hair was a shield most days, the middle part severe and neat, the ponytaik tidy enough to look like a uniform and even the slim-back buns ..
you carried yourself small on purpose to protect that part of you that didnt belong to the cameras .
yu-jin saw the way you folded inward on the edges of the rooms . hed seen a thousand idols on stage, but you were something else—stillness wrapped in movement .
the first time he noticed was at the music show; your group had just finished, and you walked passed the green room with your arms compressing yourself like you wanted less space .
he was across the hall, waiting with his own group, and when you eyes met—accidentally, briefly—something in both of you loosened . hed seen smiled before you could look away, an instinctive, soft thing that lit his whole face ..
after that, it was small things . hed find you a bottle of water if youd been pulled into promos too long .. hed leave a spare sweater at the edge of your chair when the broadcast room turned cold .. hed sent short text between schedules—no pressure, just warm checks: ‘𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗍 ？’, ’𝗂 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ：）’, and youd always reply, gentle and honest .. he saved each message like a tiny photograph .
you noticed him noticing you .., you caught him looking from across practice rooms, and caught your breath like youd swallowed a song . it made you hurry your steps, tucking your chin closer to your collar, and laugh in whispers back at your teammates ., but your quiet returned home with you,
and the way he waited in halls felt like the first safe thing you hadnt planned for .
..𝓜𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝓞𝐅 𝓞𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝓢𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝓑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝓞𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝓘𝐍 𝓔𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝓐 𝓢𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝓒𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝓞𝐍 𝓐 𝓡𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝓐𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍, built a fragile gravity between you . people joked that your eyes and yu-jin’s found each other the way magnets do—no ceremony, just habit . you learned his smallness; the way he washed his hands like he was careful with the world; the way his laughter dipped in the middle when something surprised him .. and he learned your edges; the way you read lyric sheets twice, the way your fingertips trembled when you fixed a stray curl .
there were no dramatic declarations, mostly there were mornings where hed text you a sunrise photo with a caption like, “𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘪 .“, and youd feel heat at the base of your neck for the rest of the day .
there were late nights when hed stay a little longer at the practice building to walk you out .. and there were the rehearsals—thousands of tiny shared glances, the choreography a pretext to place hands accidentally near each other, a touch on an elbow that lasted a bit too long .
a rumor one week—nothing major, just a headline that twisted how the world looked when you read it—made you pull away for a few days, shy and defensive . yu-jin’s messages dove in like anchors; “ 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ..“，“ 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭．“ he didnt ask for proof ir drama .. he simply stayed .
the steadiness of him made you trust him quicker than you wanted .
𝓨𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝓑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝓐𝐓 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓑𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝓟𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝓜𝓘𝓓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓—your mangers car stuck in traffic and your head too loud to sit still . the corridors echoed with leftover footsteps, and the distant hum of air units . the practice rooms still were squares of light and shadow; someone was always there, somewhere, chasing the next clean run .
you heard the music first—a sharp staccato that slotted into the bones of the hallway . one open door at the far end let a slice of light leak onto the floor . when you peeked inside, you saw hime .
yu-jin, alone, sweat darkening the fabric at his collar, hair damp and twisted half into a messy knot at the nape . hed been at it for hours, you could tell—muscles tired, jaw tight, focused like a living thing .
you shouldnt have stepped into his room . you knew the rules—privacy respected, doors closed . but curiosity got the best of you, and the ache of the long day pushed you forward, and the door made a soft sound as you swung it wider .
he stopped mid-move . for a heartbeat he looked frantic—the kind of startled that makes you feel seen naked . then his face softened when he recognized you .. “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ,“ he breathed .. the words were small and laced with a relief that hit your ribs like warmth .
you shrugged, the cap on your head suddenly heavy . “ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯’ 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 .. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 .“ your voice came out softer than you felt, your accent wrapping the syllables like a secret .
his gaze had shifted . it left your face traveled down the line of your shoulders, the careful curve of your jaw, and then back up at your eyes again, as if he was trying to memorize your outline . “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ,“ he said, as if hed been half-expecting you, “ 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 .“
“ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, “ you replied, “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 .. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 .“ the words sat between you both, honest and small .
he swallowed . you could see the movement at his throat, the exact moment he chose to step into danger . “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 ,“ he said, the sentence roughened by the weight of holding it in . “ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 .. 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .“
the room tightened . heat rose under your skin . you reached our—impulsive—and brushed a damp strand off his temple . it was casual and then out, one fingertip lingered until his breath hitched . “ 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, “ you teased, daring . “ 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 .“
he closed his eyes for a second, like he was searching for air . when he opened them, something bared in them . “ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ,“ he said plainly, voice rough, confession pressed into syllables like a last piece of courage . “ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 .. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 .. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 .. 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵—𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .“
the room felt thinner, every breath too loud to be comfortable . you stepped forward until there was no distance left, until the edge of his shirt brushed your palm .
“ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, “ you told him, the words against his collarbone .
he closed the space—fast and desperate .. his hands met your waist as if to steady both of you, then cupped tour face with a tenderness that contradicted the heat of the moment . the kiss that followed was not patient .. it was need dressed as reverence—hungry, immediate, with a softness at the edges that made it ache . his mouth moved against yours like it had been rehearsed in his dreams; urgent, sincere, folding every withheld feeling into a single contact .
you clung to him then not because you head to, but because you wanted to—because all the slowness of your world had been primed for this sudden, bright collision . he tasted like rehearsal and citrus and something that was only him .. when he pulled away, your forehead rested together, breath mingling .
“ 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴—“ he started, sheepish apology fluttering in the quiet .
you laughed, rough and genuine, the tasted echoing of him on your lips .. “ 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 . 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 .“ you hand threaded into his hair, holding him like you meant it .
it didnt explode into fireworks or dramatic announcements . it folded into days and ting rituals .. yu-jin learned how you liked your tea and brought it in paper cups between runs . you learned to accept his text in the middle of the day—a picture of a bed sketch, a silly note, a heart in its own, unassuming language ..
he called you jagi, once accidentally and then with more intent .. you let the word anchor you .
there were setbacks—schedules that kept you apart, press that wanted a headline, moments when the room of strangers felt big . you navigated them like cartographers, mapping out like islands of privacy; a late rehearsal together, an early morning practice where hed wait for you outside the studio, a walk in the rain when he held the umbrella and your hand without saying a word .
one evening, month later, you sat on the roof of the company building with him, the city sprawl soft and bright . the world below was thrum of cars and lights; up, here, it was only breath and the press of his palm over yours .
“ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 ?“ he asked, and his voice was small with wonder .
“ 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, “ you replied . “ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 .. 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺 .“
he turned to you then .. eyes serious . “ 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, “ he said, “ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘦 . 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 .., 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 .. 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 .“ he tapped his chest, then your hand .. “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .“
you leaned into his shoulder, letting the steady weight of him hold you . “ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 .“
he titled his head, a grin breaking into something lighter than the stage smile .. “ 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 ?“
you shrugged, but you knew . what now was the work of building—of learning to be less small in the world so you could take up the space you deserved . yu-jin offered his hand as armor but as company you took it .
𝓣𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝓢𝐀𝐘 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓛𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝓣𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝓐𝐑𝐄 𝓢𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝓘𝐍 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 .. 𝓗𝐈𝐒 𝓗𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝓕𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝓨𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝓦𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝓤𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝓕𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝓛𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒; you found his name soft in your mouth, no camera required .
sometimes the two of you would steal a corner of a practice room just to breathe without a schedule, sometimes you would show up at each other’s cameraless breakfasts, sometimes you would call each, simple, as the world woke .
when people asked how it happened , youd smile and say, “ 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 .“ yu-jin would add, joking that you noticed him first, because you had—always—noticed the person behind the performer .
the rest of the world learned slowly, fans made room; schedules bent; interviews softened when you spoke about one another . you were still shy, but with him .. you grew gentle in a new way—less afraid of being seen . and he, whod always been careful with everything, learned how to be dating in the exact moments that mattered .
you came together not in spectacle, but in the steady, hungry breaths behind closed doors—two people whod learned how to want, how to say it out loud, how to stay .. and when he whispered naekkeoya in your ear one night, the word settled like a promise ..
it had started with sightlines and little courtesies . it grew into something bigger; an everyday kind of love that fit even the loudest lights, because it lived quietly where it mattered the most—between the two of you .
𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 【 ©𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖯𝖲𝖲𝖸 】
